Lyrics No Shades - Local, Shizz McNaughty

No Shades

Ooh la-la-la ooh-la ooh-la
Ooh la-la-la ooh-la-la
It’s Locs
Ooh la-la-la ooh-la ooh-la
Fat Ronaldo
Ooh la-la-la ooh-la-la
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Goodness gracious eight-balls of fire
I got weed but I’m not the supplier
Know big man hit with a big charge and when they get out they still won’t
retire (no way)
20 pound in a bank (yep), 20 grand in a tumble dryer
Mum told me that God loves a tryer
I been doing it since, name on the CD name on the flyer
Won’t stop till I’ve met Mariah (no)
Shouts to my local listeners, this one’s Local business, ain’t no liar
Richard, check out my prior
This year I’ve had a good year but next year I might be bald as a tire
I touch mic all the dons say «Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire»
I don’t dizzle, I just dank (dank, dank)
No shades, no shank (no shank, no shank, no shank, no shank)
I’m safe, I say thanks (Safe bruv)
I still rave, I still dance
And I seem half-dead 'cause I feel half-dead and I told my phone I’ve jumped on
a flight (gone, gone, I’m gone)
Got one for the Rizla, one for the Sprite
Put a score on Didion White
Smoke weed till I’m at a different height and I ain’t gonna see midnight (no
way no way)
Bossman said I got a verbal warning (warning, warning, warning)
Said he ain’t seen me all morning (morning, morning, morning)
Teacher told me I gotta stop talking
Ring ring ring that’s another one calling (uh huh)
I don’t dizzle, I just dank (dank, dank)
No shades, no shank (no shank, no shank, no shank, no shank)
I’m safe, I say thanks (Safe bruv)
I still rave, I still dance
It’s light when them other man get quick bars in
Bobbing in the rave school dancing
Bare elbows and barging right in the room that you wanna act large in
of a G when I’m passing
Got by a big margin
Had to get up and make things work instead of scratching my head and iffing and
awing
Man’ll never wake up and not give thanks
Man are built for the war like tanks
It’s out there man are pants, turn up your set for them bants
Man are on different ranks, man are moving
I like to pass the old school, catch me slipping and box you oval
Ay Local
I got dizzle, I got dank
No shades, no shank (no shank, no shank, no shank, no shank)
I’m safe, I say thanks (Safe bruv)
I still rave, I still dance